My short siesta was bliss, Recurrence of our moments, From the wee hours of morning, Till the trees silhouetted against the evening sun, Hearing voices of the sea, And the whispering of the breeze, It... Posted by fid on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST
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Hieee.. This is 1st time writing in.. so bored right now.. hehe.. neway feel free to view this space. thanx Posted by fid on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST
